Funeral Bobby Raps & Corbin

[Chorus: Corbin]
It's been getting harder to deal with the anxiety
Heavy heart weighing on me like an anvil, yeah
Now I hate you, you shouldn't really stand still
I don't wanna keep goin' through all this fear alone
Bite my nails down to my cuticles
Tell me why it always feel like I'm at a funeral?
Think that I was buried alive and I was comatose
Hoppin' out the Maybach Benz lookin' like a ghost
I don't wanna make new friends, I feel like a joke
I don't wanna pay you the rent, but I owe you for
I don't wanna play your games when you run the score

[Verse: Bobby Raps]
She said she anemic
Yеah, I turn to Iron Man
Baby got greases
Straight outta the frying pan
I'm likе a secret [?]
I'm just a product of my environment
I think that I love you, always think you're gonna kill me
I can't let her go, she know the real me
I don't want no BBC, my life is like a DVD
I'm just withdrawing, I'm just spit balling
My mind coming up with all these scenarios
An x-factor, just a variable
I stay up late and feel very alone
But you help me forget, I'm gon' get buried alone
Yeah, S-I-M-P, put that pussy on me
I was blind, I couldn't see
Was lost beyond reach
Fuck the twelve, them piggies
Hope they all get diseased
[?] centrepiece
I'm trying not to [tweak?]
I don't trust myself, had to block her IG
I don't wanna leave the crib, just hang with seventeen
And I'm sorry sometimes, I said some things I didn't mean
[?] don't try to intervene